The HOA Fined Me for Swimming in My Own Lake, But They Had No Idea I Knew How to Expose Every Dirty Record

The first time the HOA president called the sheriff on me for swimming in my own lake, I was floating on my back at sunset, listening to loons, trying to remember how to breathe without my wife.

The water was cool and spring-fed, the same water my grandfather had swum in before he built the cabin in 1952. Above me the sky over the North Carolina pines continue reading …